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[Aug. 24th, 2008|10:40 pm] |
*is staring at the big screen in a sports bar in Hithlum*
Oh, for Dad's sake. Surely she knows now. Surely. I mean. He just snogged her. On national television. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|06:26 pm] |
*walks into a pub on the shore of Lake Mithrim, looking for something that will pass as lunch*
*is (as always) talking (rather stridently) on her phone* No, of course, I'm not worried. So what if he's not on poll? Do I sound worried? Hey, I'd worry more about that whizzkid who is at the top of the grid? How's he gonna feel looking at my guy in his rear-view mirror? Yeah. Yeah, I reckon he'll be shitting himself too.
*hangs up without so much as a goodbye and walks up to the bar to look at the food menu, still fuming (rather literally)* |
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[Jun. 13th, 2008|09:36 pm] |
*can literally feel waves and waves of nauseating sulk oozing from the water every time he takes a shower or passes a water fountain*
*not to mention what it sounds like* *will mention, though: bad. it sounds very bad.*
*finally gets fed up and heads to Ground Zero*
Ossë!! |
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|10:20 pm] |
*Thinks the atmosphere at Linqil FM has been a little strained of late.*
*Thinks his inner circle could use a bit of R&R.*
*Gives his kids maiar some pocket money a bonus and sends out an e-mail.*
I propose a pub-crawl. Who's with me?
-D.C. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|06:39 pm] |
*finishes studying the transcripts from Ulmo's latest request show*
*feeds all of the information into a spreadsheet and comes up with some very pretty piecharts that show just how much time Mr. Conway spends flirting with his callers*
*also analyses the number of prank calls and comes to the conclusion that Ossë must be well outside mobile phone coverage because of the dramatic decrease in prank calls this past month*
*steps out of her office (which is approximately the same size and proportions as a broom closet) to hunt for some coffee* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|11:08 pm] |
*finishes up his jazz set at the Two Trees pub*
*parks himself in a chair, feet on the table, popping peanuts while reading the comics paper*
*to a passing waiter* Silly smoke sullies sound, Sal.
Your name's not Sal? Shame. |
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